Category Archives: Consciousness
Haiku–Recognition
Recognition flies in the face of memory; the blackbird alights. (top: bigthink.com; blackbird: allaboutbirds.org)
Birthing a Day
You can hear the ocean early in the morning from here, this house hunkered on the hill, the back side of Soledad Mountain. Mexico is way out there and the lights of downtown muted by salt air rising from Mission … Continue reading
Haiku–All Hearts
Thank you for this me. Thank you for what I must learn. Thank you for all hearts. (top: switchandshift.com; bottom: penandbell.com)
Blank Page
The blank page stares. It knows your weakness, is your weakness. It knows how you felt when you shot that small songbird when you were ten. It knows how you were drawn: smudged charcoal lines, very little ink, almost no … Continue reading
Unplug
To play unplugged: acoustic music, the sounds of wood and steel, heart voicing recognition. To share, often, you must plug. Is the music still unplugged? Plugged in: social media to promote; promote what for what? recognition? fame? approval? money? What? … Continue reading
Ease Easy
To find a place of ease is not easy. Step outside your comfort zone I’m told. Do those things few people are willing to do. Nurture your dream; do not relent. Have confidence in your humility. (umbrella from parkirsaha.blogspot.com; bench … Continue reading
Judgment
Judgment follows observation. I wish it were not so; an ancient directive to protect the body, to evaluate threat, a hard-wired alarm. The mind rides along. Sometimes, the mind convinces the body to do something crazy, something to flood the … Continue reading
So Far, So Good
Who knows what will happen in sleep? I assume I will awaken when the light is just so. So far, so good. (both images from miriadna.com)
Wanting
I want to write a poem today. It need not be art, it just needs to be. I want to write a poem every day with a deep abiding want, but allowing this desire will bring only more wanting, not poems. They will … Continue reading
Parts
Admiring a woman’s parts: curve of derriere, swell of breast, turn of legs, smooth of back, arch of neck, all clichés in a greater whole. When I am lost in cliché, my shrug says I’m hard-wired to look. It’s admiration, … Continue reading



